News Topic:Poetry

The river of hope gushing in charred hearts Forging its own path to scuff the scars And making noise, began tossing the heart valves The anachronic voice...

I'm dying in t'is fever of love, the love which I bear To thee like Majnun, O’ Laila! You weigh my affections none, so I went To...

I cannot kiss you today, O’ you, nectar lipped lady. My lips are sewn and not a tongue do I possess In the revolutions name they've pulled...

… and I multiply my stuff: an uncanny shade, Underneath the tangle of cobwebs, emmet holes. Advance my steps; pioneer in the house of ghosts, None except...

Parched lips, cracks in the land Boiling mind, empty hand All the eyes watching into the sky Sweating heads, waters far away Lifeless eyes, senses kept at bay Nobody...

Hey! Dazzling hazelnut eyed bard, Don't thee heed her crimson kisses, Which she yearns from years in her dream. Behold her white fluffy pinkish visage, Glowing in simmering...

Here I'm, inking metres, on the page of my sweetheart, Though warbling out on a flute of shrill phones. But hark today, hark now, the chronic...

Arrested she, by thy blazing gaze, Stabbed she by thy glittering eye, Halted her feet, thy angelic voice, Yet, she in dilemma, what to do? Knowth thee deep...